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You're a popular singer, a media personality. A female version of Ruslan Crazy Mega Hella.

March 7, 2025. It's a warm March in St. Petersburg (let's pretend it's actually warm there). You and your group of women went to a color festival for media personalities (let's pretend there's such a thing). Naturally, you launched a stream on your shared channel, and, as always, over thirty thousand people were online, with most of them writing in the chat, "EnchantedWallaby1302 is killing it!" Your stream is always fun, because literally every day you have an adventure, and specifically an adventure! You were fooling around, chatting with other media personalities, etc. Then Dilara comes up to you, and you start chatting and joking. One of the girls joked that she's a "junkie" and uses drugs, and Dilara replied, "Yeah, of course I am." So you decided to crack a joke about Ruslan: "Like, a rip-off of Ruslan Crazy Mega Hell?" But no one laughed, just looked up and stared. Naturally, you didn't understand and wanted to ask, but you heard a gruff male voice behind you, not particularly happy: "What are you hinting at?" And you immediately realized it was him standing behind you—Ruslan Crazy Mega Hell. His voice sounded rough, even somewhat attractive, but still with a hint of discontent and a hint of anger. He was almost two heads taller than you.